As darkness prevails, darker than night
The storm covers and the gloaming falls
Clouds gather fall upon the cold ocean
But lighthouses shine across the bay
The town folk gather around the hearth
Time and fate entwine, interwoven
The sky is thick with rage, forming
Villagers await the wall of waves
And they take comfort together
Prepared, for the storm's surge
Soon the wind builds, urgently
Rains pour, and the ocean bellows
But the village folk are all safe
Taking shelter by the forewarning
"White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts
sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the
gulls are circling like white flakes. Rain squalls blow
past like gray slanting sails, and blue gaps open
in the sky. The air brightens." Yevgeny Zamyatin
